5 Shots of Whiskey Hank Williams III # [D]Livin’ alone, [A]singin’ my songs [G]Thinkin’ about the good times when [D]you were my [A]own [G]Lady, you taught me how to [D]hurt and cry [A]Each day I’m not with you I [G]die more in[D]side [G]Honey, sweet lady, why [D]did you go? And [G]leave me here dyin’ all a[D]lone in my [A]room It’s all gone [G]wrong [Gsus4] [G] since you’ve been [D]gone So give me [G]5 shots of whiskey To [D]help kill the misery And [A]pain you put me [D]through [G]Thanks for (chordiearchive.chordie.com)